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Three for Candice Nick Lisgaris


Three for Candice abandoned forever with this unmarked serenity


here the sea as translucent tiny river where dry river becomes sea with lean stones without marks of aqua passage, only a graphic stream of sorrowful light, lean light that brings panoramic essence to this mercurial space,


and then joins down below the sea of meadows transformed to virgin mauve light


and lets the wind murmur with myriad air sermons, a new craving, a new litany, a song of sage,


until it suffers a new direction across and then back to the myrtle hill, a darkened path of royal red with sun escaping with his roaming eye


and I a worshipper upon its gaze to see unwoven thirsty wine nights, the darkness and the light


W PAGE 37 ∙ Year I ∙ Issue #1


formatted in an ocean of void like a virgin pearl imitating the life of a soul and its disquieted moments of early dawn fresh from the saga of dream, leaps from the esoteric world to the visual repetition of life, and if the sun ever died this purity of darkness would engulf the body as cover of the beginning of eternity; I wear this birth, this sentiment of fear in the lost cities among the ruins of my lost temples of thought, a limbo of unaligned emotions, one meaningless without the other the golden light (without the sun), Continued next page


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